March of the Penguins Directed by Luc Jacquet
This astonishing film, shot in the Antarctic, captures sights never seen before. Every winter, tribes of emperor penguins emerge from the sea and walk, single file, 70 miles to their remote breeding grounds. Once the mothers lay their single eggs, they march back to the sea for food, leaving the fathers to hatch the eggs amid blizzards reaching 80 below. Jacquet's movie is as visually ravishing as "Winged Migration," and more gripping. But the narration, read by Morgan Freeman, insists too hard that this is a love story. Isn't it remarkable enough that it's about the survival of a species?